My beloved season is yet to come
I can't wait to feel the touch of frost
The smell of snow in the morning dew
The pretty little whitest stones dust  
The coldest darkest dawn and dusk

The season of love and cuddles
The season of coal and candles
The season of cold and sneezers
The season of wool and blankets


My favourite season is yet come
For so many reasons I've waited
As many others pass